Adventures with Electricity

Dad has been working on re-wiring the house for the last few days. I helped out a little, but only in the areas I believed to be fully safe. He nearly electrocuted himself last night by accidentally touching a hot wire. It reminded me of near near death experience. [Editor's note: Yes, I did mean to say "near" twice. It was not a typo.]
This past winter we purchased a new refrigerator after remodeling the kitchen. There was about a foot of snow on the ground. Dad wanted to back his truck up to the kitchen door so we wouldn't have far to move the fridge. Well, our house sits on a hill. We had to dig a path in the snow since his manly truck is lacking the most important manly truck feature: 4-wheel drive. The path didn't do anything but make the ground icy and slippery.
We tryed a new approach. This approach involved backing the truck up a different side which was less inclined. Unfortunately, this side of the house had wires going from the garage to the telephone pole. The bottom one was safe, Dad assured me. The top two were hot.
The truck was too tall with the refrigerator in back to go under the wire. Dad handed me a 2x4 and instructed me to hold up the ground wire and if I happened to accidentally touch one of the top wires to drop the plank and run.
So yeah. That was scary.